Ex Sol scientia
The family life that he craves one minute,
he rails against the next, demanding freedom.
His mind… his mind is a divided one.
His soul is restless.
With the gathering force of an essential thing realizing itself out of early ground.
I faced in myself a passionate and tenacious longing—to put away all thought forever, and all the trouble it brings, all but the nearest desire, direct and searching.
To take the trail and not look back. Whether on foot, on snowshoes or by sled, into the summer hills and their late freezing shadows—a high blaze, a runner track in the snow would show where I had gone. Let the rest of mankind find me if it could.
~ John Haines